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June 16, 2013

BGI v3 [Part 2-2]

...Managed to sit down and bust out the remainder of part 2 of BGI even while working both jobs...GO ME!

.......My manager also has a habit of always inquiring me as to how many pager I've written. Next time, I'll have a more definitive answer...After that?.......I dunno...

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BGI v3 [Part 2-2]

D was quick to his window when he
heard the lone gunshot. He had heard some gunfire from inside the school but
figured that was just some of the scientists who miraculously survived the
labs. Gunfire outside might mean one of the white-coats are trying to escape as
opposed to the standard protocol of making it to the safe area of the school
and awaiting evac. No one was allowed to leave, especially now since it was up
to D to kill all the staff. He didn't need anyone slipping through the cracks,
not if he was still stuck here and especially not if the person escaping is
also the one responsible, or knew of a way around the lockdown.He looked outside and bit his
lip at what he saw. Students were shuffling about, some crowding around one of
the broken down buses. Even from his vantage point he could tell most of them
shouldn't be walking around. "Nobody told me the smaller Mosiers were
capable of transmitting the virus," he said as he continued looking around
until he saw two students running for the rear entrance. He exhaled and leaned
back into his chair. The students weren't getting out.

There was still the matter of
the staff inside the school. D knew he wasn't getting anything done sitting in
his office. He patted down on his gun tucked into his belt for the millionth
time before punching in the code for his door to unlock. He wanted nothing more
than to ride this situation out in the safest possible place, but he was
trusted with a more important job to do, and there was a reason he was getting
paid and trusted to be in the position he was in.

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The door to the equipment room in
the gym was closed, but there wasn't a latch; it needed a key to work the
deadbolt or it would swing open anyway. The door needed to be closed because
almost three dozen dead bodies were scattered around the gym walking around or
eating other students. Judd, Al and Mangan were all inside the equipment room
looking for supplies for the injured students when the first of the dead
started getting up. They stayed where they were while panicked and injured
students ran about trying to escape, but all exits were either locked tight, or
opened into a hallway full of more undead.

Al was holding the doors shut
while Judd was looking over the gym equipment, trying to decide which would
make good weapons. Mangan sat on the floor, racking his brain for an escape
plan. "There's no other way out of this room," he said as Judd sized
up a hockey stick, nodded and placed it next to another one he had set aside.
"We hit up hallway 10 and fight our way out," he said as he checked
out a new stick, shook his head and moved on.

"I'm not a fighter,"
Mangan said as Al turned around quickly and put a finger up to his lips.
"Shh," he said "One is wandering nearby." Mangan bit his
lip and thought some more. Despite being a grade lower than the others, Judd
was a big guy, and could easily wield the hockey stick as a weapon, but Mangan
wasn't so well off. Had he known this day would come, maybe he would've hit the
weights a few times. Al wasn't much use either, being overweight and now very
strong either. Judd was tough, but not tough enough to make up for the other
two.

"The other doors were
locked," Mangan remembers from the futile attempts of other students from
before. So many had found their way into the gym when they realized that
exiting the school was just as deadly. Some were severely injured and bled out
in a matter of minutes; they were the first to later get up and start killing.
"There was the one exit though," Mangan said in a low tone "It
leads to the main office." No one had tried that exit because the dead
were originally piled up by that doorway. Nobody tried exiting that way with
all the undead by it.

"You think those doors
will be unlocked?" Judd asked.

"It's our best bet,"
Mangan said.

"Those doors are on the
other side of the gym. Our 'best bet' would be fighting our way out the
back."

"That hallway is filled
with more of those things. We leave that way, we'll be jumping out of the
frying pan right into the fire."

"What's to say that the
main lobby isn't also filled with those things?"

"We don't know. But we do
know that the 10 hallway is a suicide run. There's only one safe option."

Judd was actively failing
several of his classes, despite Grime's already low standards. Mangan had no
intentions of losing a debate with him. Judd thought for a moment as he pulled
out one more hockey stick he deemed satisfactory. "I don't like it,"
he said "We're going for the 10 hallway and getting out. Maybe the chaos
in there died down."

"Don't be stupid,"
Mangan protested.

"You do what you
want," Judd said "That's my plan. Follow me or don't."

Mangan made a face. "So
we push right for the exit? I like it," Al said as Judd nodded and handed
him a hockey stick. It was a suicidal idea, but so was splitting up, so Mangan
conceded and picked up a stick of his own. "Stay close," Judd said as
he stepped forward and peered out into the gym from behind the doors.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Not really," Mangan
said.

"Too bad."

Judd threw open the doors and
charged out holding his stick horizontally out. He caught any undead and pushed
them away, giving Mangan and Al room to run. "Go! Get to the doors!"
he yelled as he continued forward. Al and Mangan made a left for the nearby
exit; only one zombie lingered in their path. Al thrust down on it with his
stick, but the blow did little to kill it. Mangan ran in and tripped it up
before it could grab Al.

Al immediately went for the
door and threw it open while motioning the others to follow. Mangan turned to
see Judd throw his caught zombies down before running to catch up. Mangan then
turned to Al just in time to see a mass of bloody hands reach from the outside
and grab Al.

-Those things are still right outside the
door. We're surrounded. We're fucked-Mangan stood almost in
shock as Judd shouldered passed and grabbed Al's outstretched hand. "Don't
let go!" he screamed as more hands groped at his body and face. Judd tried
to pull Al back into the gym but ultimately pushed the poor man out and slammed
the door closed behind him to keep the zombies out.

"What do we do now?"
Mangan screamed out frantically. They couldn't return to the equipment room,
not without a way of closing the door. There was nowhere to hide. "We try
your plan now," Judd said as he pushed ahead into the gym. Judd pushed
passed a zombie and Mangan tried to stay close behind. He made a weak swing at
an approaching ghoul, but it grabbed hold of his hockey stick and with a quick
struggle, Mangan let go and ran to keep up hoping that Judd could make better
use of his weapon.

The two zigzagged diagonally
through the gym making for the other corner doors. The dozens of zombies were
initially scattered, but now were bunching up behind the men as they reached
the door. Judd ran full speed into the doors, but they didn't budge.
"No!" Mangan screamed, wanting to drop to his knees in defeat.

Judd spun around to see the
closing in horde, and took off running without missing a beat.
"C'mon!" he yelled as he ran over and climbed up onto the stage.
Mangan scrambled behind him just before the first undead student reached him.
The zombies struggled to climb up behind them. They were slowed down, but Judd
and Mangan couldn't afford to linger.

They moved the stage curtain aside
and ran on. It was dark backstage but they could make out any obstacles. There
was a movable barrier on the opposite side of the curtain that led to the
cafeteria. That would require them to move over set pieces and piles of
costumes and props, and it was also assuming the barrier wasn't locked in
place. On the far side though was a standard door leading into the back lobby,
which would give them an exit from the school. They reached it to find it too
was locked, but the door was wooden as opposed to metal like the gym doors.

"I can bust this down
easy," Judd said. "And if there are more out in that lobby?"
Mangan asked. "Then we deal," Judd said as he turned and kicked the
door. It didn't budge, but it gave off audible cracks. It wouldn't survive many
more kicks. While Judd continued to assault the door, Mangan turned around to
watch their backs. There were muffled moans from behind the curtain, but none
of the undead were able to follow. Either they weren't able to climb up or the curtain
proved too powerful of a deterrent.

Another kick from Judd gave
off the sound of splintering wood. "Almost," Judd said as he caught
his breathe and prepared to kick again. Mangan allowed himself to breathe easy
as he scanned the dark of the backstage area. His eyes were adjusting to the
darkness just as he began to take notice of an odd smell. It was a potent
chemical scent that burned at his nostrils. He scanned through the dark trying
to see of anything stood out as the origin.

One final blow from Judd
allowed the door to swing open. Light flooded into the room as Mangan's eyes
darted to the sign of movement from deep in the stage. A low, heavy growl
sounded as Judd reached over and grabbed Mangan by the shoulder. "Let's
go," he said as the two stumbled through and into the lobby.